Sometimes love means never letting go:
Sometimes love means giving in:
Love is a strange thing. It crushes, kills and changes everything else. Love isn’t what makes you wake up in the morning — largely that is obligation. Love can’t fix very many things, but it can make you not care. Which for many people is just as good.
Thank you Jason Kelley of photo booth projects, LK, Ashley, and especially Chris and Kara.
Sorry all going to Portland for a wedding. I am the Best Man so tonight I am going to be Bachelor Partying. Tomorrow I will probably be answering stripper related questions. As in either questions from strippers or questions about strippers. Maybe I will be answering questions about how much my head hurts and difficult painful situations I would prefer to my future state of being.
If he keeps this up he is going to get “Eated”:
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Why are yawns contagious?
-Joanna
I believe that yawns are the result of either a need to equalize pressure in your sinus cavity and ears or the desire to redistribute chemicals in your brain. Some studies suggest yawning is a means of placating nervousness, relieving stress, or alleviating sleepiness.
So they are probably contagious because of some type of pack mentality. By also yawning you put yourself in a similar state as the person you saw yawn. Thus you affirm their state of being and consequently their need for yawnage. It is kind of like involuntary cuddling.
What the hell does kitty-corner mean?
- Alan
If a kitty has corners it generally means that you have broken it some how. In spite of the 5 pointy ends that cats usually display they should not have corners. Cats should be roughly tubular and furry exhibiting slightly smaller tubes extending from the anterior & posterior ends of their central tubes and a significantly smaller furry cylinder extending from their butt.
Today I got a surprise. A little button it said: I Make Stuff Up. I was snuck up on and pinned. It has been an ongoing joke that I have an entertaining remembrance of the past. I can accept that I do find “real life” trite. I mean really, life starts and ends the same way – eat, sleep, poop. There, it is done. With one exception, the long section in the middle where it goes like this: Sleep, Eat, Do something you hate for 8 hours, poop.
King Arthur, Frodo, John Wayne, George Washington, your mom et al are just made up. Even the people you know are fictional. I know that sounds weird, but your perception and “the story” people around you remember are not the same. Life is more fun with heroes and villains. Epic battles in real life are far subtler than in the stories that you read.
Telling a story often rests on a simple premise, who disagrees with my view of the world. There are people who were there and saw it differently, there are people who dislike theatricality and there are people that are just jerks – those are the people who disagree with me. My goal in telling a story is to add entertainment and humor; I don’t make things up. I make things more vibrant or more tailored to the crowd. It is important when you tell a real story that you stick to the spirit of the story. If you see a clown on a Vespa it is okay to say you saw a bunch of mimes on mopeds – it just paints a better picture.
When you make stuff up you get full reign. You can say that Snoopy is a girl or that the in order to be Pope you have to sit on a special chair where they check for your testicles, because of Pope Joan. Anyway, I love a good story. If you know any you should share them.
Do you ever feel like you were supposed to grow up to be something different?
I do.
Last night I had a long conversation with someone I have known for years. She brought up what I thought was going to do with my life after I got out of college. She was crass about her approach to the subject, but it made me think about how far I have come since I was young.
What did you want to be when you were a kid? I wanted to be tall, and I wanted to do something science-y. In my teen years I realized that I am really intrigued by psychology, I started to think about studying abnormal psychology or psychopharmacology; this is when I first started formulating characters and thinking about writing also.
When my dad died I stopped thinking all together. I just puttered along, making very primal/instinctive decisions. I chose to take mainly art related courses my first year in college – eventually I dropped out. This made me realize that I really was happiest working artistically, rather than scientifically. I had always idolized my high school art teacher, his job seemed like it was at least interesting and people oriented. When I came back I decided that I would finish as an art major, that I would become a teacher. But that didn’t happen the way I intended.
I was working for an arts program in Portland Oregon daily hearing complaints from the people that I worked with that they were constantly having issues with teaching art, because the bulk of the work came through non-profit organizations and often paychecks bounced. This was, to say the least, disheartening. Still I was training to be a summer firefighter for the US Forest Service. I figured that I could go from that to working on an Emergency Teaching Certificate. But a few weeks before I was supposed to take the physical exam I dislocated my shoulder.
After physical therapy I decided that I would stay in Portland, work in the Americorps, and see where things were going with my college girlfriend. This taught me that I disagree with the way education is handled in the United States, introduced me to marketing as a profession, and in a cruel twist of fate resulted in me living in Seattle (a city I vowed I would never live in again). I am finally writing and doing more art again.
I am doing art and I am teaching people, about marketing, so I feel I am closer to my intention than I was a year ago.
If only I were tall.
Who is the last Cylon?
- Emily
I have only seen one episode and based on what I saw the whole Battlestar Gallactica re-imagined is an astrological metaphor. I have to assume that there is some degree of Greek pantheon worked into the 12 Cylons. As far as I can tell there hasn’t been a consistent Greek god naming pattern so you should probably look for where the Cylons appear. Is there a colony that hasn’t had one yet?
The other possibility is that the Cylons are archetypes of humanity, essentially what robots would reduce us to if they analyzed us. So look for overly stereotyped personality that does not significantly overlap with one of the other Cylons.
I tried your cookie recipe and really liked it. I am curious how you make biscuits.
- Amy, Fresno California
Thanks Amy! Well, when it comes to biscuits I make them the same way that I make love — with too much butter.
Sift flour into a bowl, add baking powder, salt, cinnamon and brown sugar all together. Using a pastry blender cut in butter. Add the cream and stir lightly into the flour mixture with a fork. Turn the dough onto a floured board. Knead lightly for about one minute. Pat till it is about 1/4 inch. Lightly flour biscuit cutter cutter and cut. Bake at 450 degrees for 10 to 12 minutes. Sprinkle with cinnamon sugar and serve.
Why can’t you think of a good answer today?
-Carlos del Rio
Listen you nosy S.O.B. I work hard all day and sometimes I just want to take a nap. And that’s your fault; scheduling so many things and demanding that I write, do work, and make you lunch. What do you ever do for me? You could at least take the dog for a walk for me so I can get some extra work done.
I swear! You don’t appreciate me enough.
I will come up with some better stuff tomorrow. I had an important business day, some preparation for a vacation, and moving into a new house. None of the questions really struck me. Tomorrow though I promise that I will answer something really geeky, like Who is the last Cylon.
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